The Last Supper

Do you have back to school rituals? (Aside from uncontrolled dances of sheer joy? Or is that just me?) Here at Camp Elliott we have a final day of summer supper. It all started when my youngest entered pre-school.

“Mom, can we have breakfast for dinner? I’m going to be too tired to eat pancakes in the morning.”

First, there was never a chance of pancakes – at 6:00 am on the first day of school he’d be lucky if managed toast – butter would be pushing it. But through his simple request, a family fave was born.

BFD (breakfast for dinner) initially appeared to break all hard and fast post-5pm edibility rules – but hey – we should all live on the edge occasionally. And so began the BFD tradition; bacon, eggs, waffles – whatever the kids wanted, I whipped up. After all, in the AM they are doomed for nothing more than cereal and a smile! In my early morning haze, the kids get a brown bag lunch, backpack and a big sloppy smooch from Mom (rightfully administered behind tinted SUV windows and NEVER at the bus stop! Social suicide!)

Over the years BFD escalated to include other special requests; hot chocolate with whip cream (regardless of outdoor temperature), hand cut hash browns, pumpkin muffins and in one rare instance, egg rolls. (My eldest went through an Asian fusion phase – never completely grasped that one.)
The moral of the story, traditions don’t need to make perfect sense – just help make the last bits of summer perfect. Happy Back to School, everyone! (Let the manic dancing begin!)


3 comments on “The Last Supper

  1. Chris Curtin says:

    Our neighborhood has a 'back to school ice cream social' the Sunday before.We have a family dinner out the Saturday before. Sunday before the ritual is to pick out the outfit the girls are going to wear by 7 pm so we can do laundry if we have to! Enough of this 'I don't have anything to wear' drama crap in the morning!

  2. janesadek says:

    Food was no big deal, but I love school supplies. Choosing the all important 3-ring binder set the tone for the year. The pencil bag and writing instruments – pure heaven. New Crayola Crayons, protractors and rulers – bliss. When I graduated to the need for folders and spiral notebooks things got very serious. It's as if the year could be ruined if you were forced to accept a hunter green spiral.The truth is little has changed. I'm continually sucked into buying writing instruments. I probably have at least 100 in various containers on my desk, even though pretty much everything happens on the computer. Now journals set the tone, instead of binders. Even though I don't have kids, I catch myself fondling the prepackaged packs of school supplies kids buy now. I'm glad things were less organized when I was a kid. I'm not a prepackaged kind of girl.

  3. Aww, this was nice. We often have pancakes on Sunday nights as our dinner. It's just our "BFK" day I guess. At least I have an official title for it now. LOL

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